Is he not aroused?
Why no fire of wild lust in his eyes?
Doesn't he realize the moments are dying one by one?
We both don't know when our breaths will dance together again.
Or is it only my heart is young?
His eyes found no feast
and keep looking stone cold.
He was very different and expert virtually
Like a wild beast tearing down the screen
I think I should leave,
run girl run, with what is left of your dignity.
He was missing an indistinct lullaby and kisses drenched in tears
the cutest scolding of eldest sister
the naughtiest wrying of younger sister
he was not there to utilize the chance
he was in search of what he needed
and he was finding what he was missing all his life ...
Ranjith Sivaraman is an upcoming Poet from Kerala, a beautiful state in India. His poems merge nature imagery, human emotions, and human psychology into a gorgeous tapestry. Sivaraman’s English Poems are published in International Literature Magazines and Journals from various locations like Budapest, New York, Indiana, Lisbon, Colorado, etc.